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 Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 9:18 pm
Mot's eyes burned, a painful lump in his throat hearing Hel lament so woefully. Hunters had taken something from her that she could never get back.
"Of course you are." Mot insisted, stroking her hair, his fingers threading through slowly to try and calm her nerves. "Hel, you don't need wings to be a vicious warrior." Mot said calmly despite his pain. "Besides.. I want to protect you too, you know."
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 9:04 am
“But Mot…it has nothing to do with fighting…it has to do with me being me…” Those wings had been apart of her for nearly seventeen years…and now no more. Hel didn’t say anything for the time being about the desire to protect. She just wanted to ramble, to let all her pent up concerns and worries out.
“I…I do not know…what to do…I do not know what to be…like you…you want to be a Bogeyman but I…I do not know, Mot. I do not know anything.”
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 12:09 pm
Mot never thought of Hel as a pair of wings. He'd only ever seen her for her. But for Hel, that was a big part of herself. Mot couldn't begin to understand, but he could at least stay by her side.
Boogeyman. Honestly, Mot wasn't so sure about his dream anymore. But that was beside the point. His insecurities weren't important right now. All that mattered was Hel.
"It's okay, Hel." Mot assured her. Maybe Hel just needed to vent, so he tried not to put pressure on himself to solve her problems. "It's okay if you don't know. I'll help you look. I won't leave your side."
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 12:59 pm
Hel’s fingers tightened their hold on his shirt, and she hung onto his words.
“Is…is it really okay?” She asked. “…You…you will not leave…?” His words continued to touch her, they always did. More so now than usual. The thought of being without him now…it was terrifying, she realized. Scarier than anything else that could happen.
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 1:37 pm
Mot held her closer, assuring her he'd not leave. "I promise." He utterly softly. How could he ever leave her? When she was gone, and after he'd seen Riley, the thought of her being gone forever had rattled him hard.
"I'll never leave."
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 1:46 pm
“…E…even if I say so…you promise not to?”
She fell silent for a few moments, though the quiet atmosphere of the room was still broken by her soft sniffling. “…The Four Isles…the home of the Horsemen…it is all gone now, Mot. The false reapers were there…they…they destroyed the Isles with an explosion…and then…then insanity…”
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 1:56 pm
"If you tell me to leave? I don't think I could obey so easily next time." He assured light heartedly. Not if it meant never seeing her again after.
Mot fell silent as Hel started to talk about the trip. Riley's passing had been hard enough, but to know the hunters had now nearly annihilated an entire culture? It was hard to comprehend. This was a lot of devastation to deal with in one day.
Mot hugged her a little tighter, trying to be mindful of her back. "I'm so glad you're safe.." He murmured shakily. If only he could keep her safe like this. From them.
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 2:20 pm
Hel lapsed into silence then, just holding onto Mot. She didn’t have anymore words to say at the moment, nothing to say that would solve anything. She just held onto the cowboil and wept. She wept for herself, for her loss, for the Isles, for the helplessness, and for the statue that was Riley.
She cried until she couldn’t shed a tear anymore, leaving herself with a tear stricken face and, for Mot no doubt, a rather wet collar on his shirt. As much as she didn’t want to pull away, she didn’t want to sit there with a tear tracks down her face either, and stiffly, her hands released their hold on Mot to reach up and cup her face once again. “…I…I am going to go wash my face…”
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 2:27 pm
Mot held her the entire time, stroking her hair and keeping her close. It was the least he could do, and he was happy to be there.
Mot let her pull away when she was all cried out, brushing some hair from her face and smiling gently. "Okay. I'll be here." He assured, letting her get up to do what she wanted.
Mot kind of wished he could have a say in what Hel did and where she went, wished he could stop her from going into situations where harm could come to her. He knew it wasn't rational, and honestly he wanted Hel to live life as she saw fit. Still, to see her in such pain was awful. It was bad enough having felt so helpless himself earlier.
He stared down at his shirt collar, noting it was a bit damp with Hel's tears. Hm.. maybe he should change out of it.
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 2:50 pm
The reaper padded off to her bathroom once Mot released her, and there she turned on the water and splashed it on her face. She straightened, looking into the mirror and half-heartedly scowled at her puffy eyes. Ugh. She reached up to rub them again, the glint of the ring she made during her time at Death Isle catching her eye in the mirror. Oh. Hel pulled her hand away from her face to look at it.
That place…gone. It made her heart ache all over again at the loss, yet the resolve the Horsemen displayed as well.
Sighing, Hel then brushed her hair out and proceeded to braid it, and once she was done, she came back out into the kitchen where she made herself another cup of tea. The ghoul settled back into the bed, combining both of her cups of tea now, and waited for Mot once more.
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 2:54 pm
Mot had left. For a short while. He'd changed clothes, since his previous attire had also smelled a bit like Jericho's lava pit from his earlier escapade.
He returned as Hel sat to her bed again, dressed down or as dressed down as Mot got.
He sat by Hel's side once more, fiddling with thumbs as he sat in silence. He looked down at her after a while and noticed the ring. "Where'd you get that?" He asked curiously.
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 2:59 pm
The ghoul immediately gravitated to Mot as he sat back down, leaning against the cowboil as she sipped her tea quietly.
At the mention of her ring, Hel paused looking down at it as well. “…Oh…that. I made it…in my first week in Jewel Crafting at the Isle of Death…” She set her cup down and fiddled with the ring, twisting it a bit on her finger. “…We learned about the properties of jewels as more than just ornament pieces…The stone I used, an amethyst…it lessened the blow from a shadow creature I battled while also improving my attack as well…”
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 3:03 pm
Mot smiled. It was sad that such culture had been destroyed, but if Mot could get Hel to concentrate on the good memories of the Isles, maybe she could feel better.
"That's amazing. I never knew things like that existed. You really made this?" Mot grinned lightly. "You're quite the hobbyist, Hel. It's beautiful."
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 3:06 pm
It was working.
Hel glanced up at the reaper, twisting the ring on her finger again. She happened to be fidgeting with it more, now that it was being discussed. “…Y…ya, I did…thank you…” She fell silent for a moment, staring down at it, thinking. She then slid it off of her finger, staring down at it in her palm before she looked back up at Mot.
“…Do you want it?”
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 3:28 pm
A ring was being offered to Mot, who stared down at it blankly a moment. Then something clicked in his head and he met her eyes again. "You'd hand that over to me? But you made it, and it protected you." Perhaps it may had even saved her.
Then something else slicked, just as he touched the ring, looking at Hel with a brow raised high. "You aren't proposing to me again, are you?" He ased with a little humour in his voice.
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